What I Promised All My Children
Lucinda Secrest McDowell
I prayed a dedication over each of my children – that they would know God and that He would always guide and protect them throughout life.
From then on, my role as a mama was to hold on loosely, even when I wanted to squeeze tight.
Long ago I promised all four of them (and eventually my two sons-in-law as well) that by the time they awakened each morning, I would have already prayed for them by name.
My mother-heart gift to them forever.
Sometimes friends comment on how spread out my children are now – doing amazing things all over the world. I reply, “Well, if you raise your children to become adventurous, don’t be surprised if they live an adventure!”
Long ago God promised to “pour out my Spirit on your descendants, and my blessing on your children.” (Isaiah 44.3)
But what is a comfort to me might be a great puzzle for those whose children are far from God right now.
Are you thirsty for the spiritual life of your family members?
Monica’s heart was broken as only a Christian mother’s heart can be. When her son reached adolescence he began to follow in the footsteps of his pagan, lustful, violent father. She wanted to see him settling down with a godly wife, but instead he moved in with a mistress and they had a son. Monica begged her son to join the church and take hold of the life-changing truths of Christ, but instead he fell in with a cult and dabbled in dark heresies.
The young man moved to Rome and when his mother tried to follow him, he tricked her into missing the boat. He thought he could escape her, but he didn’t realize the power of her prayers and perseverance. This mother prayed for fifteen years and every day she went to church to pour out her heart to God.
Monica never lost confidence that her prayers for her son would be answered.
Finally the young man repented and gave his life to Christ. Augustine’s faithful mother, Monica, lived from 331-387 AD, and her son is known today as Saint Augustine.
Because of a mother’s prayers this brilliant theologian’s passion for God and profound spiritual wisdom shaped the entire course of Western civilization.
The young man himself later wrote in his “Confessions” some of his own experience of God’s pursuit during his youth: “Too late I loved Thee, O Thou Beauty of ancient days, yet ever new! Too late I love Thee! And behold, Thou wert within, and I abroad, and there I searched for Thee… Thou calledst, and shoutedst, and burstest my deafness. Thou flashedst, shonest, and scatteredst my blindness. I tasted, and hunger and thirst. Thou touchedst me, and I burned for Thy peace.”
God provided Living Water to quench the thirst of this wayward young man.
Will you keep praying and trusting and persevering for your descendants?
The story is not over yet.
This Mother’s Day why not give your children (and grands) the best gift ever – daily prayer on their behalf to the One who knows them best and loves them most?
under the mercy, Cindy
With GRATITUDE for the special ones I’ve been privileged to MOTHER through the years. Happy Mothering Day!
©2017 Lucinda Secrest McDowell
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